The man let her go in the middle of the room. Due to all that screaming and moving around, Charlie didn't even notice the gold old-school telephone that sat in the center of the room on top of a wooden table. Very similiar to the only other golden telephone she'd ever seen.
"Who are you!?" She yelled as the man pushed her onto the ground and left the room again. She hadn't seen his face, nor did she really remember his body. Her head had turned too slowly. He was already locking the door when she regained her composure and stood up.
Running towards the door was impossible. The room suddenly became more than just dark. It felt as if Charlie was thrown into a hole. She turned around. A dark hole with a telephone in it? Now that she looked closer, it looked identical to the one Hypnos had in his house. Just like she thought. Her anger rose again. That was all just part of Hypnos' stupid plan, wasn't it? She knew it!
"Hello?" Charlie yelled into the darkness and shuddered after hearing her voice's echo. She rubbed her arms again and her stomach grumbled once more. Hungry and cold, great. Her heart skipped a beat when suddenly the telephone started ringing, giving out an incredibly obnoxious tone that rang in her ears as if someone held it up right next to her face.
Frowning, she took a step towards the table and picked up the phone.
"H-Hello?" Her voice was shaking as much as her body.
"Good morning, Miss Denver. How is it going?" Hypnos' playful voice made her even more furious.
"How it's going? Are you serious?" Charlie asked, her voice very far from matching his tone.
"What do you mean? Did you not like the love serum on the plane? It must've helped greatly. Make sure to get you two some room service to keep the fire burning." Hypnos told her, unable to understand her anger.
"No! What is wrong with you? I made a total fool of myself on the plane. Morpheus is now very much the most distant he's ever been. It did not help a bit, Hypnos! I'd rather you just let me do this on my own. Otherwise, it is going to be very hard for us to bond the way you want us to bond." Charlie ran a frustrated hand through ther hair.
"I don't know, Miss Denver. He might be this distant, because he still doesn't feel attracted to you. My acquaintances know how to handle situations like these. I think we better let professionals take over." Hypnos seemed delusional.
"I do not care what you think. At the end of the day, I'm the one that has to go through those horrid traps you put us in. They are very unpleasant and can I just say how creepy this whole set up was? Couldn't you just have someone knock on our room door and give me the phone?" She sighed in exhaustion.
"What's the fun in that? And don't be so rude. Remember what's in line for you, if my plan works." He reminded her in a rather rude tone of voice himself.
"I know, Hypnos. But I'm begging you, no more surprises. I got this. Besides, do you think your son is stupid? He's getting suspicious and it will only be a matter of time, until he realizes it's been you who put him through so much dismay. Let me do this my way. No more professionals making us dry hump in front of innocent children." She blushed upon remembering that.
"There were children? That is very inappropriate, I agree. I would not want some parent starting a fight with Morpheus for that." Hypnos seemed to think on the other line. Charlie refrained from telling him that it already happened. She'd keep that to herself for now.
"Fine. But you will give me a daily report." Hypnos gave in.
"I will. So long you don't play a stupid game of following some creep again." Charlie heard him laugh on the other line. Not funny, she was still cold and irritated by the situation.
"I had someone put seven golden cards into Morpheus' suitcase. They're in the outer left pocket. Take them out before you give him the suitcase back. They will be our main mean of communication. I have told you how it works, right? Just give me a daily report and throw them out of the window. Make sure Morpheus doesn't see." He told Charlie, who nodded in understanding.
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Dear Mister Sandman
General Fiction* Past my bedtime story Volume 1. * "So, you're some sort of Sandman?" Morpheus closed his eyes at her question. There wasn't a word he hated more. This whole Sandman legend was making this job very difficult, especially when it was a matter of lif...
